Let me put one minor disclaimer on my take on the prompt this week. I'm attempting to do Camp NaNoWriMo this month as well. So, this is an exerpt from Shawn's story - which is what I am working on for Camp. That being said, please bear in mind that this is not very polished yet. With that, please enjoy another snippet in Shawn's life.
Shawn got clearance and eased out of the launch bay. Once he was clear of the space station, he set a course to the moon. On the way, he explored some of the finer capabilities of his new fighter. All too soon he was requesting landing clearance from Makeb hanger. Upon landing, Shawn secured his fighter and headed for the Nor’Wind Bar.
“Hey, handsome, looking for a little company tonight?” a gorgeous brunette caressed Shawn’s arm within seconds of him setting foot in the bar.
“Thanks, but I’m looking for someone,” he tried to disentangle himself from her.
“I can be her. I can be anyone you want.”
“Trust me on this one. You look like you’re an amazing woman. But I’m not looking for that kind of company at this particular moment.”
“Let me know if you change your mind, but don’t wait too late. I’m not the type to wait forever,” she sauntered away.
Shawn was convinced she’d done it to rub in what he was missing. And she was fine. But he needed to find Kristiana. This was the last place he knew she’d been working. He hoped she was still here.
He made his way through the crowded lounge area to the bar that spanned the entire length of the building. Scanning the faces behind the bar, he spotted her on the far end.
“As I live and breathe,” she looked genuinely surprised as she caught sight of Shawn pulling back one of the stools., “What in the bloody blazes are you doing back here?”
“Lookin’ for some intel if ya got any.”
“If you ain’t careful ‘round here, you’ll be lookin’ for more than that. I’m off in an hour. We can talk then.”
Shawn nursed a couple of Bakarin beers while he waited for Kristiana. An hour and a half later she joined him at the corner table where he’d secluded himself. Looking around first, she slipped him a memory chip.
“So what kind of intel are ya lookin’ for?”
Shawn palmed the chip as he picked up his beer, “What’s the state of things on Delarin III station?”
“I can tell ya things ain’t good. I hear more ‘n’ more complaints comin’ from those assigned there. Yer name’s come up recently.”
Shawn paused, beer half way to his mouth when he heard that.
“Someone purty high up’s got somethin’ of a hard on for ya. Seems ya did somethin’ a while back that really put his dander up ‘n’ he’s been lookin’ for a way back atcha since then.”
Taking a slow drink to buy himself some time to think, he set his beer down before speaking, “Heard anythin’ else?”
“Yeah. Sounds like this guy’s got some plan to getcha now. Seems he’s been braggin’ ‘bout finally bein’ able to put you outta his misery. Not much more than that comin’ outta Delarin Station. Least ways nothin’ beyond the normal bull.”